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The party was going along fine in Ink's opinion!
There was no casualties. Yet. Who knows, the night was still young and the eggnog was spiked again. It's tradition at this point. And a very entertaining one at that.
Ink took a sip of the spiked eggnog. It would have tasted like eggnog and alcohol which was expected from spiked eggnog if Ink could taste things but alas, he couldn't. One of the few cons of being Ink….
One con was being short (a true curse, he says! ) and another was having less than ideal memory — but contrary to popular opinion, he does not have goldfish memory! He forgets a few things here and there but it's not like he would forget conversations midway ! Plus, goldfish don't forget things that easily either! They actually remember things lasting weeks or more. Not only that, they can also learn and adapt.
Myth busted!
Ahem. Now back to the very important scene at hand.
It's been… a few years since the truce if he could remember correctly. He checked his scarf— yep, he was.
The Multiverse has been the most peaceful it's ever been without threats like an evil goopy octopus threatening to plunge the entire Multiverse in negativity and darkness with his evil gang of murderers he picked off the street. Error was still a wild card though. Ink is sure that he hasn't stopped destroying but they've been tentative frenemies for the longest time!
At least that's what Ink hopes. He's self aware that he's not the best at picking up social cues and he's been working on that!— mostly, kind of, maybe. Okay, perhaps he procrastinated on it but better late than never, right? One can always make a new year's resolution! New year, New me and all that.
So perhaps that could change for the better this Gyftmas party! If not, after this Gyftmas party with the coming months and the next Gyftmas party as well!
Ink was wearing this wonderfully ugly green, yellow and red Christmas sweater that they handcrafted by the way which featured the glorious pun that they thought of by the way of "Oh my deer stars!"
It's absolutely spectacular, they know. They're an absolute genius. No one can ever best this but few have come close. It's even matched by a set of reindeer headband and a reindeer tail.
And most importantly of all… A glowing red rudolph nose! It also honks like a clown nose. Straight genius, they know. They should make copies of it and hand it out in the Omega Timeline for the holidays! They could set up a nice and pretty stall— people would love it!! But that's for later. Again, very important scene playing out right now.
He looked around, standing near the hallway of…something, watching the chaos of the party unfold like someone watching trashy reality TV. Ink saw Blue talking with… Killer? Huh, anyway— Dream and Nightmare were also talking, probably about some twin brother stuff while his own twin brother, Chronicle was out in the corner blankly staring. What was he staring at? Probably a wall. Or the ceiling. Or the floor. There were lots of things to stare at this party. The decorations were nicely done! He could say that because he helped set it up. The decorations were really really good. He's not tooting his own horn or anything arrogant like that, he's just proud and he should be. He did a good job.
But back to the scene at hand. It's really important but— Suddenly, Ink felt something wrap around his waist and rest against his back, like he was some kind of teddy bear! He would probably make a good teddy bear though. Being a living teddy bear doesn't sound bad at all! It sounds really nice actually.
Confused and slightly flustered, Ink took a look behind and became even more confused and flustered— hey was that, Error?
Ink looked down, seeing how Error's hands hug their waist tightly and they could surely feel it too. They were really being treated like a teddy bear and they're doing a real good job at it!
"…Wife." A quiet, oddly deep glitchy voice muttered, eliciting a warm bright rainbow coloured blush to spread across Ink's face.
Okay, Okay, Okay—
what's going on????
This is a little bit OOC for him— was this because of the spiked eggnog? Stars, how much spiked eggnog did he drink? It's gotta be a lot for him to act like this!
Ink returns his attention to everyone else. They were all staring at him and Error, dumbfounded, confused, amused and all sorts of reactions.
"Haha." Ink said, trying to make it seem like an actual laugh but it was too awkward and stilted to even be considered a laugh. "What's gotten into ya' big guy?"
"You would make a good wife." Error responded, still quiet as he tightened his hold on Ink's waist.
"Oh." Ink plainly said, bright as a flashlight capable of illuminating an entire room on its own which is to say that the glowing red rudolph nose is not the bright part that gets others to instantly look in his direction."That's, uhm." He went quiet, trying to process this as quickly as he can.
"…such a good wife." Error mumbles again, clearly drunk. "Already a good wife."
Okay! Straight to the marriage talk Error! At least buy me a drink and get me dinner first!
Did.. Error have feelings for Ink before? If so, Ink never noticed! It might be because social stuff is not their forte at all but like— no one else caught on to this! Ink would think that their friends and family would talk about Error's feelings towards them if that were the case, right?
Right???
Well, it seems like both of them were the center of attention right now. This is not how Ink thought he would end up completing his new year's resolution but who knows maybe things would go straight back to normal in a few days like some episodic comedy show.
So can someone lend Ink a few more cups of spiked eggnog? It would be greatly appreciated! Thanks in advance!